I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus don't ya get tired of turnin' tricks But when your innocence dies You'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were born to lose
Just walkin' through time You believe this heat Another empty house another dead end street Gonna rest my bones an sit for a spell This side of heaven this close to hell
Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me yeah I said I'm right next door to hell An so many eyes are on me Right next door to hell I got nowhere else to be Right next door to hell Feels like the walls are closing in on me
My mama never really said much to me She was much to young and scared ta be Hell "Freud" might say that's what I need
But all I really ever get is greed An most my friends, they feel the same Hell, we don't even have ourselves to blame But times are hard and thrills are cheaper
As your arms get shorter Your pockets get deeper
Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me I said I'm right next door to hell An so many eyes are on me Right next door to hell I never thought this is where I'd be
But I'm right next door to hell Thinkin' time'll stand still for me
Fuck you Bitch
Not bad kids just stupid ones Yeah thought we'd own the world An gettin' used was havin' fun I said we're not sad kids just lucid ones eah
Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone So much out there Still so much to see Time's too much to handle Time's too much for me It drives me up the walls Drives me out of my mind Can you tell me what this means...huh?
Compositores: Darren Arthur Reed (ASCAP), Duff Rose Mc Kagan (Mac Kagan Duff Rose) (PRS), Izzy Stradlin (ASCAP), Mathew William Sorum (Sorum Matt) (ASCAP), Saul Hudson (PRS), Timo Caltio, W Axl Rose (SESAC)Editores: Black Frog Publishing, Empire Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 1991 (30/Set)ECAD verificado obra #3580937 e fonograma #2080307 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM